may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!


Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA


Sunday, October 3, 2010

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keyboard and guitar were syncopating together
half way through a structured (rehearsed)song
when slim thin rises up to the third microphone
silent at first,he starts to hum,then chant
his words subliminal yet attuned
like a whale on the moon,or a dolphin for breakfast
we did not expect this.Opened mikes surprise
with opened arts and minds..

THE LAST BUDDHARINA
Sniff the air(she is there-olefactorily alert
Wave on your shore.Beach to your star.Power point!
Half fractal.The last footprint of Robinson Crusoe
Time clocks stop.Egyptian tunnels.Perfection in a parasol.
Stone soup welcoming every threatened species
Candles burn like Buddhists.Sanctuary!

BY THE LIGHT OF MY iphone
Pearl dog/bent mirror boy.Arrow of joy.
I saw you pretending to be me
My primary relationship is with technology.

ROOM IN A BOX IN A BUILDING
stacked high on a hill like a castle.
This well as old as thought/made mud into brick
lines into walls and windows
Drank invisible waters.What they left behind
we drink in

PIETER BRUEGHEL enters,unframed,named
His stiff sail ship flaps winds.His wallet a flag
Beginning is a handkerchief/middle a feast
Beware blogs!Log jammed attention
in waves,O fishy Elizabeth Bishop
with a rich in her sock and a half toothed saw
still begging for crumbs from breakfast!

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